April, dressed only in a T-shirt, is sitting at one of their potter's wheel throwing a series of pots. Jackson enters the studio. He is barefoot, shirtless, wearing jeans.

"What are you doing, babe?"

"I felt inspired." April shrugs.

"At 2:23 am?"

She nods and presses her hands into a pot that is forming in front of her. Jackson watches the sensual movement of April's fingers, molding and forming the clay. She is forceful, assured, gifted. The clay responds to her slightest effort. Slowly, almost unconsciously, Jackson reaches for her shoulders and begins kissing them.

"You notice Lexie's eyes today?" April asks him, somewhat annoyed. "They were all over you. That chick needs her own eye candy."

"What?" Jackson asks in disbelief. "Are you jealous? Apes, let me tell you something. She's not even looking at me. It's you she idolizes. You're everything she isn't. If you asked me what I thought about her before you asked me that question, I would have said that she has a thing for you. Like a lesbian crush on you. She doesn't see me at all. Anyway, she's not my type. Besides, Lexie just seems…..evil if you ask me."

Jackson reaches over her and gently adds his fingers to the clay. April looks up at him.

"Jackman, what are you doing?"

"Now I feel inspired."

Jackson hands dig into the clay. April smiles. Their fingers seem to dance together. After a moment, April reaches up to him, her clay-covered fingers streaking his face and curving down to his chest. Jackson grins and reaches down to her.


April watches, as Jackson walks up to the jukebox. Jackson presses two buttons on their jukebox. The mechanical arm selects a record and slowly, sensuously, lowers it to the turntable. The arm hovers over the record and then descends. It begins to play. The song is Unchained Melody by the Righteous Brothers.

Jackson and April are both dancing in the middle of the dark loft. Moonlight pours through the windows and shines off the floor. Wads and wads of packing paper swirl sensuously around their feet. April then runs her fingers down Jackson's naked back.

'This moment is sweet and erotic. I am going to marry this woman.' Jackson thinks to himself.

Jackson slowly draws his fingers down over April's face, gently caressing her forehead, her eyes, and her lips. Jackson slides his hands under April's T-shirt, slowly moving them toward her nipples. He notices that April's breathing slows down a bit. They dance silently, her brown hair swaying in the soft light. The sounds of their bare feet on the highly polished floor can barely be heard. Sensuously, April's shirt lifts above her navel as Jackson presses into her. Their stomachs touch and part and touch again. He bites his lip. Jackson eyes his girlfriend's moonlit form as he strokes her chest, slowly moving his fingers down her torso, around the curve of her hips, and then digging into the back of her jeans. Jackson leans into April and nips at her neck. April stops dancing.

Her eyes close.

He stands absolutely still.

Jackson's hands move to her backside.

He pulls her closer.

"Jackson?"

"April?"

"Make love to me. Right here, right now."


Jackson and April are making love on the living room carpet. Paper and packing materials crumble beneath them and scatter across the floor. For all their sensuality, it is their hands and eyes that are most expressive, revealing a tenderness that is deeply moving. Their lovemaking is full of love.

"I love you. I love you so much, Jackson." April says in between Jackson's thrusts.

"Ditto." Jackson says in a deep sultry voice.

The song ends. The jukebox arm retracts and gently slides the record back into its slot.


Jackson and April are lying together on their bed, silently in their bedroom. April gazes at him.

"Babe?"

"Yeah, April?"

"What's the matter?"

"The matter?" Jackson repeats.

"Something's wrong. I can tell. What's the matter with you babe?"

"Nothing... really." Jackson says unsure of himself.

"You're worried, aren't you? About moving in together?"

"No. Not all, babe. I can't wait to build our lives in this place, together."

"Then what? Is this about the promotion you're up for?" April wonders. Jackson sighs.

"I don't know. A lot of things. I just don't want the bubble to burst. Usually, whenever something good happens to me I'm just afraid I'm going to lose it. Now everything just seems…."

"Crazy." April finishes.

"You know what?" Jackson asks while he gently strokes April's head after she puts her head on his shoulder.

"What?"

"Can you tell me that three word, eight letter phrase? Please?"

"I love you. I really love you."

"Ditto, and I hope that you'll never forget it."

April smiles and strokes Jackson's cheek.

"Ditto, Jackman."

Suddenly the T.V. blares into the room. Jackson jumps up, grabbing the remote control unit from under his buttocks. April laughs as he turns the sound down. The news is on and they are showing the remains of an airline disaster. Jackson stares at the tube.

"Oh God. Another one. Every time?"

"Don't watch that stuff. I don't want you to worry about anything, Jackman."

He motions to wait. Dead bodies litter the screen.

"...It is estimated that 34 people died in the crash, the second in less than two weeks." The news correspondent reports.

The T.V. goes OFF. Jackson, confused, spins around. April is holding the remote control. She nods for him to lie down.

"Maybe I should cancel my L.A. trip... These things always happen in threes. Besides, anything could happen to you when I'm not here when you go back to work at the bank. More than that, I have a bad feeling something is going to happen."

"Threes? Jackson, get serious. Besides, you lead a charmed life, because I'm in it."

"Yeah. So did they." Jackson says sadly.

"Babe, don't worry so much. You know that I've always had faith in your decisions."

Jackson looks at April for a moment and then back at the screen.

"Amazing, huh?" Jackson says as he snaps his fingers. "Just like that. Blackout."

April hugs him.